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Lemon cream oat bars

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One of the simplest things I have ever made. Lemon cream is literally a can of condensed milk mixed with lemon juice and lemon zest... and that gets sandwiched between an insanely simple bar-cookie crust. I would argue that the simplicity is the reason a lot of almost-non-bakers opt for bar cookies (to me they just seem like something a(n) (American) Midwestern soccer mom might make. Not sure why bar cookies feel Midwestern to me. They just do. On occasion, though, they join the rest of my repertoire.

Like today.













Lemon cream oat bars

Crust:
1 1/3 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup butter
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup oats

Preheat oven to 175C. Mix and press half the mixture into an 8-inch by 11-inch greased pan.

Filling:
1 can sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup lemon juice
zest of 1 lemon

Mix well. Spread onto bottom layer of crust.

Top the filling with the remaining crust until fully covered.

Bake 20 to 25 minutes. Cool. Once cool, refrigerate.

Once chilled, cut into bars and serve.

Dashes of sugar, dashes of travel: A stuffed life

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Heading to sleep for a brief nap before an undoubtedly somewhat treacherous drive to work. It's snowing a lot right now, and I cannot guess whether the roads will be cleared before I make my drive. I barely know what day it is, having been running from country to country, appointment to appointment, doing a lot of work and neglecting sleep in favor of tackling my latest baking plans. The only item I did not manage during this bake was white chocolate cupcakes with white chocolate frosting (and I will make these sometime in the future when I indulge in another cupcake frenzy).

The final list (I will comment with feedback and photos later):
Smil-stuffed chocolate cookies
Oreo-stuffed chocolate chip cookies
Peanut butter cup-stuffed chocolate chip cookies
Pumpkin cheesecake white chocolate truffle-stuffed snickerdoodles
Cheesecake-stuffed oatmeal cookies
Nutella-stuffed peanut butter cookies
Jane's brown sugar shortbread (shaped in hearts, of course)
More lemon meringue cupcakes (they were popular last week and I ran out quickly)
White chocolate macadamia nut cookies

Happy anti-Valentine's Day (listen to the soundtrack here)! Today I will listen (on repeat) to the My Bloody Valentine album Loveless. Because loveless is what it is.

PS As much as I enjoy watching the Democracy Now! webcast, I really cannot stand Amy Goodman's voice. Voices really make such a difference.

Lemon meringue cupcakes

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In addition to the list of cupcake recipes I posted, here is the lemon meringue cupcake recipe I am nearly done making. I still have a few cupcake types to bake, all of the frostings and some probably too-sweet, totally disgusting marshmallow filling.

I have been productive today, if lonely.













Lemon meringue cupcakes

Cupcakes:
1 cup cream
1 cup sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
2 teaspoons baking powder
pinch of salt
1 1/2 cups flour
Lemon zest (as much as desired; I used the zest of two small lemons)

Preheat oven to 180C. Line cupcake pan with paper liners.

Whisk cream, sugar and eggs in a large bowl until smooth. Gradually whisk in the flour and zest. Whisk until thick and smooth.

Put mixture into prepared liners and bake 15 to 20 minutes.

Lemon curd filling:
1/2 cup lemon juice
100 grams butter
1/2 cup sugar
1 egg
3 egg yolks

Heat lemon juice and butter in a small saucepan and let simmer until butter melts. Add sugar, egg, yolks and cook while whisking constantly until the mixture becomes very thick and glossy. Let cool completely.

Use a piping bag with tip to fill the cupcakes (cut a small hole in the top of each cupcake and fill with 1 to 2 teaspoons of the lemon curd.





































Meringue topping:
3 egg whites
1/2 cup sugar

Beat egg whites with electric mixer until soft peaks form. Gradually add in the sugar. Beat until sugar is dissolved.

Put meringue into a piping bag and pipe a swirl of meringue on top of each cupcake and place under heated grill for 60 to 90 seconds (until golden).

Baked ambition: Random thoughts while planning cupcakes

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My ambitious cupcake plan for next week:
Banana-Nutella cupcakes
Pumpkin cupcakes with honey-cinnamon frosting
Cappuccino cupcakes with coffee frosting
Mock Hostess cupcakes (chocolate cupcakes with a fluffy, marshmallow filling)
Lemon cupcakes with lemon curd filling and meringue topping
Vanilla cupcakes with dulce de leche filling and salted caramel frosting

I don’t know how far I will get in trying to bake and take these cupcakes to work next week.

Poetry: A changed view
Nobel winner Wislawa Szymborska passed away the other day. Her work brought so much reflection and feeling to the surface for me. I remember discovering her when I was in high school, feeling I had been initiated into a whole new world of imagery and language. A door into a multitude of poetry written by Polish women poets seemed open to me. I had been trying to collect information for my high school world literature class final project – I had wanted to look at poetry written by 20th century eastern European women. Even as vast and broad as this subject was, I was alarmed when my teacher said, “That topic will be impossible since there aren’t any.” Aren’t any what? Yes, she meant there aren’t any eastern European women poets about which to write. Why? Because she did not know about them. (Granted this was at the very early dawn of the Internet age, and immediately following the end of Communism in these countries, so information was not flowing with speed or ease. Nevertheless, I knew better than to believe that something did not exist just because my suburban high school teacher did not know about it.)

I was elated when Szymborska won the Nobel in 1996; I am often pleasantly surprised by the Nobel committee’s literature choices because sometimes they are so obscure on a global level. I would say Szymborska was one of those, and it delighted me to think her work would become better known as a result of her win.

My first Szymborska poem was “I Am Too Near…”, and although I have fallen in love with so many of her works, this one remains closest to my heart.

“I am too near to be dreamt of by him.
I do not fly over him, do not escape from him
under the roots of a tree. I am too near.
Not in my voice sings the fish in the net,
not from my finger rolls the ring.
I am too near. A big house is on fire
without me, calling for help. Too near
for a bell dangling from my hair to chime.
Too near to enter as a guest
before whom walls glide apart by themselves.
Never again will I die so lightly,
so much beyond my flesh, so inadvertently
as once in his dream. Too near.
I taste the sound, I see the glittering husk of this word
as I lie immobile in his embrace. He sleeps,
more accessible now to her, seen but once
a cashier of a wandering circus with one lion,
than to me, who am at his side.
For her now in him a valley grows,
russet-leaved, closed by a snowy mountain
in the bright blue air. I am too near
to fall to him from the sky. My scream
could wake him up. Poor thing
I am, limited to my shape,
I who was a birch, who was a lizard,
who would come out of my cocoons
shimmering the colors of my skins. Who possessed
the grace of disappearing from astonished eyes,
which is a wealth of wealths. I am near,
too near for him to dream of me.
I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head
and it is numb, full of swarming pins,
on the tip of each, waiting to be counted,
the fallen angels sit.”

RIP Wislawa Szymborska

Lazy language and defining “necessary details”
In writing a review, as I have reflected and written upon before, it is too easy to be lazy and follow the path of all other reviewers. Are you negligent for not including a piece of irrelevant trivia that all other reviewers will include as though it is somehow important (always written in this “knowing” tone)? Watching Tom & Viv, I noticed that Rosemary Harris plays one of the characters, and it triggered the memory of the film Sunshine, remembering clearly how, upon its release, not a single write-up I read mentioned it or Jennifer Ehle’s presence in it without mentioning that she is the daughter of Rosemary Harris, who plays an older version of Ehle’s role in the movie. Is this important information? Does it contribute anything to the viewer’s enjoyment of or understanding of the movie? Sure, we all appreciate a bit of trivia, but is this necessary enough that every reviewer ought to point it out? Maybe. As I have proven in my own blog writing, somehow making little connections between things drives us, keeps us going… enjoying making connections between things and people, sometimes very simple like this mother-daughter one, and sometimes more complex like a web of things. But does that mean that every writer/reviewer needs to serve up the same trivia in relation to these actors and these roles? This makes me think of my complaints about the overuse of the same tired descriptors, comparisons and anecdotes. Doesn’t it read and feel like the easy way out?

Language use, misuse, imprecision and the easy way out
Many words and expressions have been co-opted by specific groups of people and industries, in attempts to “elevate”the lingo of that particular subculture or industry (usually making it more obscure and only accessible to those “in-the-know”, often designed to confuse listeners deliberately). Two industries that spring to mind as the worst offenders: marketing and management consulting. (The new TV show House of Lies highlights this pretty well.) Apart from annoying expressions like “tipping point”, “crossing the chasm”, “low-hanging fruit”, “the sweet spot” and “special sauce”, among a million other things, I especially dislike more basic, egregious and fundamental violations. Two of these such words include “leverage” and “collateral”. Both of these, for me, embody very specific, precise meanings.

Most of the time, when marketing and consulting folks use the word “leverage”, they could (and should) tone it down and use the word “use”. “Leverage” implies that something is hanging in a balance (as in a “lever”)… if it is not blackmail (where you have leverage over someone else) and it is not really akin to “leverage” in the financial sense (using assets/resources as a kind of collateral), how is it different from using? One could argue that leverage can exist in these cases (marketing departments might have something to leverage, for example). The problem is using the word “leverage” when it is not being used in those very specific cases.

The second word, “collateral”, suffers a similar butchery. The main definition of “collateral” is quite finite and pertains to finance. It is an asset or property that a borrower pledges against a new loan (the collateral is the bank’s security). We have all heard the term “collateral damage”. But none of these definitions implies anything about the materials one produces in marketing, such as case studies, white papers, fact sheets. Yet, these are commonly referred to as “collateral”. I was recently in a meeting with an exec who told me he just learned this new meaning of “collateral” – I promptly told him that though I know this meaning and hear it bandied about all the time, I don’t approve of it. Why use words that just hide the more tangible meaning of what we want to talk about? Why do we not call this stuff “marketing materials”, which everyone would understand?

Unintentionally funny
I saw a job opening titled “anti-cheat administrator”: the word choice struck me as funny. It sounds like a more appropriate title for a person hired to follow suspected cheaters and produce evidence of marital infidelities. This job had nothing to do with that but gave me a chuckle thinking about it.

Pie tins and bittersweet life

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It has always been something of a challenge to find proper pie tins/pans in Europe. I brought two with me to Iceland and am thinking of making a couple of pies. Last night I had coffee with an old friend for whom I used to make lemon meringue pies, and I have not made this variety since I actually lived here and was making them for him. It is logical (but feels strange) that being here can awaken all these memories of things I used to do, people I used to spend time with. It almost would not occur to me now to make a lemon meringue pie, but it was something that was in my consciousness actively when I lived here. Little stuff like that does not feel like (at the time) it is going to change, but it, like everything else, does.

As Teddy shared in his timeless wisdom: "Life is a mix of sweet and sour like a lemon meringue pie."

Lemon olive oil banana bread with chocolate chips

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I really cannot say whether this recipe was well-received. I baked a bunch of other things at the same time, all of which are well-loved, so I don't know if this got a fair shake. Also, people seemed pretty ambivalent about the addition of lemon to this bread, calling it everything from "too tart" to "sour". I think the lemon would have been almost undetectable if I had left the lemon glaze off the finished product. Normally I always forgo glazes, so I am not sure why I went for it this time.

Recipe:
1 cup / 125g flour
1 cup / 140g whole wheat flour
3/4 cup / 125 g dark brown sugar
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1 cup / 115 g bittersweet chocolate chips or chunks
1/3 cup / 80 ml extra-virgin olive oil
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 1/2 cups / 340 g mashed, VERY ripe bananas (~3 bananas)
1/4 cup / 60 ml plain, whole milk yogurt
1 teaspoon freshly grated lemon zest
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

For the glaze:
1/2 cup / 85 g sifted dark brown sugar
1/2 cup / 55g confectioners' sugar
4 teaspoons freshly squeezed lemon juice

Preheat the oven to 350°F, and place a rack in the center. Grease a 9- by 5- inch (23 x 13 cm) loaf pan. (I used a mini-loaf pan.)

In a large bowl, whisk together the flours, sugar, baking soda, and salt. Add the chocolate pieces and combine well.

In another bowl, mix together the wet ingredients (olive oil, eggs, mashed banana, yogurt, lemon zest, and vanilla). Pour the banana mixture into the flour mixture and fold until just combined. Scrape the batter into the prepared pan and bake until golden brown, about 50 minutes. Do not overbake or the cake will lose its moisture.

Transfer the pan to a wire rack to cool in the pan for 10 minutes, then turn the loaf out of the pan to cool completely.

Glaze:
While the cake is cooling, prepare the glaze. In a bowl, whisk together the sugars and the lemon juice until smooth. When the cake is completely cool, drizzle the glaze on top of the cake.

Decisions, bartering and resistance: On trading and the nature of rural neighbors

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Decisions
In recent posts, I labored over choosing between a regular stationary bike and a spinning cycle. I opted for the latter.

I debated making Samoa cookies again, but I just could not be bothered with all the steps it involved. But you know, looking at them, they do look like they would be delicious -- for the kinds of people who like caramel, toasted coconut and chocolate. And let's face it -- most people do.

When I had a baking episode over the weekend, I aimed for making eight varieties. I baked six (snickerdoodles, white chocolate macadamia, M&M, lemon, Anzac biscuits and a variation on the butterscotch-cashew cookie I tried to make before) and made dough for two other kinds (maple sandwich cookies and peanut butter chocolate chip) that I will make later this week.














Bartering
Living where I do (the middle of cold, Swedish nowhere), I get plenty of quiet and isolation. The problem is that there are distant neighbors who, despite their distance and silence, seem to have a thousand vigilant, watching eyes all trained on me. In a place like this, you may never get around to meeting the neighbors, but as one neighbor (a recent acquaintance who found the courage to introduce himself to me after almost two years) confirmed, all the neighbors in this area talk incessantly about me (me in this case because I am the newest resident, young, alone and foreign). Apparently they make up tales about me, which they have never had the nerve to confirm. According to them, I work and have my lights on at all hours of the night. And did you know? I am Yerman (the way Swedes say "German")! He seemed perplexed as to why the neighbors would find me so curious, but I pointed out to him (none of these people have ever lived outside of this region; he came from a town maybe 20 kilometers away -- but the neighbors were undoubtedly curious about him and making up scenarios about his life until they met him. He moved here ten years ago, and my arrival is probably the first thing to happen in that decade) that in a rural area, nothing else is happening. In a big city, neighbors in apartment blocks don't bother paying any attention to the comings and goings of their neighbors. In that sense, being in a crowded metropolis might offer a liberating anonymity not to be found even in semi-remote seclusion of the Swedish forest. He perhaps is the lone diplomat who will extend himself on this mission to find out if I am as weird as the neighbors have decided I am. (I told him to caution the neighbors that my husband and his five other wives are moving in soon.)

The thing, though, is that once you do make the connections with the neighbors, there can be some good opportunities for helping each other and bartering. I had encountered this "rural-neighbor bartering" kind of thing earlier in my Swedish life with someone I knew. He exchanges his hunting rights (on his commercial property) to a businessman/hobby hunter from Stockholm for meat from the hunt. As 19th century as that sounds, it is eminently practical. (And who doesn't want to make stew of the mighty älg, who makes nighttime driving so perilous?) With me he exchanged some of his expertise and manual labor for some of my labors... and now, my newly friendly neighbor has extended this chain of trade by taking my broken washing machine off my hands and delivering it to his repairman friend, who will fix it in exchange for my neighbor fixing some small electronic component of his. And in return, all I did was give the neighbor some cookies, which I would have done anyway. (And I offered him the fencing/dog kennel area in my yard -- his friend needs a solution for containing an unruly dog.)

And to think, I was so close to buying a new washing machine and might not need to. All because one very shy neighbor decided to reach beyond his normal boundaries.

Resistance
Sometimes the most effective path to take is not to resist. Just surrender.

Soundtrack du jour
Reminded late last night of this song, which has been in my head ever since.

Courtesy of the Marketing is Your Friend Coalition

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I placed snickerdoodles, M&M cookies, lemon cookies, white chocolate macadamia cookies, butterscotch cashew cookies and Anzac biscuits in the canteen, reception or my office at work. I would like to call this a gift from the Marketing is Your Friend Coalition (a fictional organization consisting of just me).

Now that I am at work, I am too tired. I think I did enough work arranging cookies on three floors of the building. Haha.

I just let a bad cup of coffee get worse by letting it go cold. Most things usually go from bad to worse when you let them go cold.


More adventures in sugarfree baking after a slog in the fog

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Tonight I will attempt my brownie cookies and lemon cake using a sugar substitute. For the brownie cookies, I will also be experimenting with making the chocolate part from cocoa powder rather than melting chocolate - need to eliminate the sugar from that part, too.

I will report back with results.

When I drove home last night, it was quite late. The weather was a lot like mid-autumn, and the darkness made it feel like it was an October night around 19:00. It was cold, the wind was blowing and as soon as I crossed the border into Sweden, everything was enveloped in fog. I was tired, so my eyes were playing tricks on me, thinking I was seeing things in the barely visible distance. (Confusing me when I *did* actually see four insanely giant moose preparing to run out into the road from a foggy field.) The last stretch on the road home was therefore a slow slog through the fog.



hard times

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Summer (lovely, hidden soundtrack song) is a hard time to force myself to write here and equally a hard time to bake. I don't have the same kind of motivation in the summer months because there is so much other stuff to do, the weather is usually too warm to want to fire up the oven, and fewer people are around to actually consume the goodies. So why bother? Just wait until mid-August when people return en masse from holidays. Likewise, I either travel or have guests during summer months, and then if I bake, it is just the boring old standby stuff (the ever-popular, well-loved lemon cake, for example), so no sense in posting it. Despite my meanderings, dipping into my thoughts, my property, my musical tastes, this blog DID in fact start as a chronicle of the baked goods I was making and taking to my workplace. I hope by late summer, I will return more to those roots, even if all the other stuff is a part of my existence as a baker.

I am wondering and sort of worrying what the coming months are going to bring. I cannot fully express the level of anxiety - futures are always unknown, and I rarely feel any fear heading into the future. Right now, though, there are a lot of question marks.

Today's soundtrack just seemed fitting.

"Eligible, not too stupid
Intelligible, and cute as cupid
Knowledgeable, but not always right
Salvageable, and free for the night

Well my heart's runnin' round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barn yard falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Gettin' up, fallin' down, gettin' up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

Woah Nelly

My wife doesn't understand me
Many dozens, hope to land me
I'm for free love
And I'm in free fall
This could be love
Or nothing at all"

The Magnetic Fields - "Chicken With Its Head Cut Off"